Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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Hermione walked all the way with her cloak, she said softly, because of Ron, in fact, their meeting time has been greatly reduced, and Harry's position was on Ron's side before, and he didn't even think of Hermione. Will help him.

"Thank you." Halinane said, the atmosphere was a little awkward, and he passed his glasses over.

"I'm just doing something for my college and friends." Hermione took the glasses, tapped Harry's glasses with her wand, and said, "Waterproof and moistureproof!" "Alright!" she said. Returning the glasses to Harry, "Water won't interfere with your glasses!" Wood looked at him, as if he had seen an angel, wishing to rush to give her a hug.

As for the Slytherin side, it was much quieter. The general physical fitness on this side was stronger than that of the opponents. Coupled with the various equipment that someone bought for them, the impact of heavy rain on them was minimized.

"Why, the opponent brought you the most common equipment to a tie with you, are you proud?" Malfoy scanned the Slytherin players, even the seventh-grade Marcus Flint as the captain. He couldn't help being silent in front of him, afraid to refute.

"But it's not quite satisfactory." Then he nodded again and said, "At least they didn't let them grab the Snitch right now."

"Next you will continue to use your advantage. The longer the Gryffindor team drags on with us, the more advantageous we will be." Malfoy said, waving his wand and summoning an orange-red flame. In the gloomy environment, it is uncertain, exuding soft light and temperature.

"Come and roast, guys, I think no matter how advanced the equipment is, it can't completely withstand all rain." Malfoy said while manipulating the flame, circling around all the players, drying the The players felt that their bodies had returned to a warm state where the protective gear was not protected by the rain, which was simply great.

"German..." Pansy wanted to ask other questions, such as tactics, but was distracted by Malfoy's reminder.

"Mrs. Hooch's whistle blows, go up quickly," he reminded.

All the players returned to the sky again with the whistle.

Looking at the afterimages on the court, Malfoy was a little surprised. He was actually not interested in these activities. Even if Pansy sometimes asks him to help the team, he usually just thinks about it. There is not much interest, but this year is different. Whether it is this game or the future Quidditch Cup, he has reasons to make Slytherin have to win.

"There is a dangerous man here." While thinking, Malfoy glanced across the audience stage and saw the students cheering for the team they supported. Even if the sound of wind and rain blocked their cheering, they still did. Hoarse.

By the way, there is also a girl with a lion head hat, cheering for the academy where she is not. The hat makes realistic roars from time to time, and creates a vacuum zone around her. Not willing to stand with her.

Malfoy's eyes didn't stop in the first few rows, but instead went straight to the last row. A huge black dog covered with shag was staying there, paws on the chair in the front row, his head up and concentrated. Watching the game in the sky.

"It's really touching." Malfoy's mouth evokes a strange arc, I don't know if it is emotion or some other emotion, "In terms of blood relationship, it looks like you are still my elder. I'm sorry, next. The next time I see you, maybe I will be a little disrespectful." Today is not suitable for taking some of his plans with Black, because he has more important things.

At this moment, there were bursts of exclamation from the audience. Malfoy saw the black dog stand up, his eyes looking straight at the sky, full of eagerness, it is hard to imagine one. The black dog’s eyes can be filled with so many emotions, and then the black dog immediately returned to its original state, and then jumped out of the seat, unwilling to rush in the other direction, at least as a dog, its The behavior can’t be too abnormal, he can’t let people notice him, Lupin recognizes his Animagus, he can only hold back his worry about Harry, and leave temporarily, he can only now I hope that Dumbledore will not hurt Harry by this respectable principal.

"Have you finally done it? Dementors?" Malfoy sneered. Today may be the last time all dementors have appeared before humans in public.

On the field.

Harry’s numb hands slid on the broomstick, and his light wheel 2ooo fell a few feet. He saw the big dog in the audience just now, which symbolized the ominous and dead dog. The drenched tassels flicked away from his eyes, and he squinted at the stand.The dog is gone.

He didn't have the time to care about the dog anymore, because a flash of golden patch attracted all his attention."Golden Snitch!" His heart beat fiercely.He controlled the broom and chased after the gold.

However, something strange happened.There was a silence caused by timidity on the stepped stands around the runway; although the wind was still as strong as before, it had forgotten the roar, as if someone had turned off the wind, as if Harry was suddenly deaf-what happened What? Then a familiar and terrible cold current hit him again, inside his body, at this moment he just felt something moving on the court below... Before Harry could think, he put his eyes on the golden snitch Move away and look down.

At least a hundred dementors were standing underneath, with their faces hidden under the turban facing him.It seemed that frozen water had risen from his chest, cutting his internal organs.Then he heard the voice again...someone was moaning, moaning in his head...a woman..."Don't move Harry. Don't move Harry, please don't move Harry!" "Go on one side, you This stupid woman...go on the side, now..." "Don't move Harry, please don't, take me there, kill me—"

Harry's brain was numb, and his brain was full of white mist.. What is he doing? Why is he flying? He has to help her.. She is going to die.. She is going to be murdered.. He is falling down, cold there Fall in the mist."Don't move Harry! Please don't move... Mercy... Mercy..."

A shrill voice was laughing, the woman was screaming, and Harry didn't know anything."Fortunately the ground is so soft." "I thought he was bound to die." "But he didn't even break his glasses." Harry heard these people whispering, but couldn't understand what they were talking about.He didn't know where he was, how he got here, or what he was doing before he got here.All he knew was that his whole body was hurt, as if he had been beaten."This is the scariest thing I have ever seen in my life." The scariest thing...the scariest thing...the black shadow wearing a turban...cold...scream...(to be continued.)